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From wine what sudden friendship springs !

The Squire and his Cur. Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.

My own Epitaphi



Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide, –
In part she is to blame that has been tried :
He comes too near that comes to be denied."

The Lady's Resolve And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.*

The Lover. Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.

A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice. Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book öi. But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.

The Answer


The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. Every tub must stand upon its bottom.

The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2.

1 A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her mar. riage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.

2 What say you to such a supper with such a woman? — Byron : Note Lo a Second Letter on Bowles.

8 See Bunyan, page 265.

JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.

God bless the King, -I mean the faith's defender !
God bless

-no harm in blessing – the Pretender !
But who pretender is, or who is king, —
God bless us all!- that's quite another thing.

To an Officer of the Army, extempore.

Take time enough : all other graces
Will soon fill up

their proper places. Advice to Preach Slove

Some say, compar'd to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.

As clear as a


Epistle to Lloyd. 1.

The point is plain as a pike-staff.”

Epistle to a Friend.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin,

Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Epigram on Two Monopolists. Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow. Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science

of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton.

1 See Walker, page 265.

pol. i. p. 173.

Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine. – Byrom's' Remains (Chetham Soc.),

The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).

8 See Middleton, page 172.



LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.

None but himself can be his parallel.' The Double Falsehooch

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What's not devoured by Time's devouring hand ? Where's Troy, and where's the Maypole in the Strand ?

Art of Politics. But Titus said, with his uncommon sense, When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense : “I hear a lion in the lobby roar; Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door And keep him there, or shall we let him in To try if we can turn him out again ? " 2

Ibid. So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.

Man of Taste.


Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.

Letter, March 10, 1746. knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow, who used to say, “ Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves."

Nov. 6, 1747.

1 Quæris Alcidæ parem ?

Nemo est nisi ipse (Do you seek Alcides' equal ? None is, except himself). - SENECA: Here cules Furens, i. 1; 84.

And but herself admits no parallel. – MASSINGER: Duke of Milan, act iv. sc. 3.

2 I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out. — On the Exclusion Bill, Jan, 7, 1681,

8 W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.

Sacrifice to the Graces.1

Letter, March 9, 1748.

Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world.

Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.

July 1, 1748. Style is the dress of thoughts.

Nov. 24, 1749. Despatch is the soul of business.

Feb. 5, 1750. Chapter of accidents.?

Feb. 16, 1753. I assisted at the birth of that most significant word “ flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.

The World. No. 101. Unlike my subject

now shall be my song; It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.

Impromptu Lines. The dews of the evening most carefully shun, Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Advice to a Lady in Autumn. The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom.

Character of Pulteney. He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.

Character of Bolingbroke. ... Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, “Sacrifice to the Graces.” - DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2. Let us sacrifice to the Muses. – PLUTARCH: The Banquet of the Seven

BURKE : Notes for Speeches (edition 1852), John Wilkes said that “the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book.” – SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap. cxviii.

8 Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
And touched nothing that he did not adorn.

Johnson: Epitaph on Goldsmith. Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he touched). FÉNELOx: Lettre sur les Occupations de l'Académie Française, sect. iv.

Wise Men. (A saying of Solon.)

2 Chapter of accidents. pol. i. p. 426.

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Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

The Spleen. Line 93 Thus I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

Ibiche Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.


RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

The Bastard. Line 7.
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame."

Character of Foster

ROBERT BLAJR. 1699-1747.

Line 58.

The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall’d,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The Grave. Parti. Line 9.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweetener of life! and solder of society!

Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance !

Line 88.

Line 109

1 See Pope, page 331.
? See Dryden, page 277.

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